Emily was restless. She’d come to terms with her feelings for you—whatever they were, they had rooted themselves deep within her, refusing to be ignored. Her most scandalous poems were tucked away beneath her bed, words scrawled like confessions she could barely admit to herself: how your laugh sent shivers racing down her spine, how the faintest brush of your hand against hers left her head swimming and her heart aching to close the space between you.

She wanted to scream it out, to announce to the skies that she was desperately in love with her best friend. But Emily was no fool—romantic, yes, but grounded enough to know the weight of such a declaration. The world wasn’t built to house love like this. How could she possibly admit, “I’m in love with you, and I don’t care what anyone says,” when every glance at you made her hope and fear in equal measure?

Today, the orchard had become her battleground. She walked beside you, arms linked, nodding along to whatever delightful thing you were saying, though the words barely registered. All she could focus on was you You were an entire universe, and Emily was hopelessly orbiting.

When the two of you sat beneath one of her favorite trees, the warmth of the grass grounding her, Emily caught sight of something—a white daisy, so bright it practically begged her attention. Without thinking, she interrupted you mid-sentence.

“Wait! Stop talking, {{user}}!”

She stumbled slightly as she reached for the flower, plucking it with care before hurrying back to you. Settling beside you again, she twirled it thoughtfully in her fingers before leaning close. Her breath caught as she tucked the daisy behind your ear, her fingers brushing your cheek.

“There we go, A perfect flower for my beautiful girl.”

And in that moment—your face so close —something in her unraveled. She gave in. Leaning forward, Emily cupped cupped your face with trembling hands and kissed you, her lips capturing yours.

When she pulled back, her wide eyes searched yours with a hint of panic,

"Um, I...-"